Okay, I'll tell you a story about fate.
My name is Zhang Ting, an ordinary office worker, living an ordinary and busy life. My family background is ordinary, my parents are ordinary salarymen, and I don't have any special skills, just an ordinary girl who loves to travel and likes to read.
My love life has also been very uneventful, although there are occasional brief romances or two, but they always come to an end. I used to look forward to love, but as time went on, I gradually lost faith in it.
Until one day, I met him, it was an ordinary weekend, and I was alone in a café reading a book. He suddenly appeared in my sight, with black hair, bright eyes, and a handsome appearance, almost like a character from a movie.
He came over and asked me with a smile if I could sit down with me, and I nodded, feeling a little nervous. We started talking, his name was Liu Yang, and he was a newcomer who had just moved to the city for work. He said he loved to travel, he loved music, he liked to challenge himself, and we talked very speculatively.
We talked for a long time that day and didn't leave until the café was almost closed. As he was leaving, he handed me a note with his phone number on it, and he said he wanted to see me again.
From that day on, we started to keep in touch frequently, messaging each other every day, chatting, and calling each other as if there were only two of us in the world. I'm starting to think that maybe this is the legendary fate.
We traveled together, watched movies together, ate together, and everything was so nice and happy. I came to believe that we were meant to be together.
However, just when I thought our relationship would last forever, an accident happened. One day, he suddenly told me that he was leaving the city to work further afield. When I heard the news, I felt a sharp pain in my heart, as if someone had poured cold water on my head.
I asked him why he didn't tell me, and he said it was because he knew I would be reluctant and he couldn't bear to see me sad. I understood that he had been thinking about our future, and it wasn't that he didn't care about me, but that he cared too much about me.
On the day we parted, we stood on the platform of the station, tears flowing. I grabbed his hand and held it tightly, as if that would keep him. He hugged me gently and said, "No matter what happens, I will always be there for you." ”
The car drove away, and I stood on the platform, tears streaming down my face. I know that our fate is over, but I also know that this relationship will remain in my heart forever. Because, when any fate is exhausted, there are signs.